I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a girl's bag, and a V-card.I got three friends and a whack ass ride, you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me, just please shut your face hole for just one second."Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten.
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit, three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
I quit, I got no patience, you won, I'll face it.Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

Do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
I was reading while you were fucking the prom queen.
Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team.
"Huddle up, huddle up"
What? You lost me.
Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the circle of jerks all circle jerking?
I need savin'? No, fuck no.Quote the raven? No, fuck Poe.
Ah, shit, I'm bitchin, listenin'.

They don't know what they're missing.
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments.
Maybe we have similar interests?
It's no fall balls, no balls fall.Sit and scrawl on the stall walls.
At three P. M., I pause.That shit sounds like applause.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

She stood in line and got cut.Tried out, got cut.
Loved art, but the budget got cut.Then, she got numb, and she only felt when she knelt and cut.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

I know it's bad, kid.
I got your back, kid.

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This describes my life in it's entirety. I never had many friends around school. The most friends I could get before high school was maybe one or two. I was always the smart kid than no one would talk to unless they wanted answers to homework or a test or to attack me. Even now through high school I have problems with people picking on me because of my size, intellect, and anti-socialness. After I found this song it became special to me. I re-play this song in my head while they pick on me. While I look like I care on the outside, on the inside I realize that I am smarter than them, that the nerds are always smarter, and I use this to trick them into thinking that I care about there attacks, and that it's still the old in-secure kid they like to pick on. This song truly changed my life and helped me realize that there will always be someone that's there to care for me.

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UnregisteredNov 15, 2011 at 6:33 pm

I'm not going to guess what it is supposed to mean but rather say what they mean to me. I myself am not a ner but I see kids eating alone at lunch and I talk to them and wonder why other won't. I pray for kids like that to find themselves and always be themselves for individualities sake. It blows my mind how cruel pol can be for superficial reasons. I don't care what my status is I think everyone deserves a chance. Bo burnham speaks to me through his comedy more than anyone has ewe spoken to me even through the most sincere poetry.

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UnregisteredSep 28, 2011 at 2:09 am

The meaning as far as I'm concerned is almost exactly what he says. Some of it probably occurred in his childhood, specifically the parts stated in the first person, but the song itself is just talking about and to the kids who get bullied, judged, left out, put down, and all of the worst s*t from the ones who lost track of their poor goddamn lives too hard to retain compassion.
Sorry, typing while still getting over the impact of this song.

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